graymalkin

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graymalkin

Species: guanlong
Gender: female
Age: 4 years
Hatchday: October 7th, -4PQ
Group: The Illuminati of the Pure, Hunter

Appearance:

Body mainly a red tinted gray, Graymalkin's most striking feature is the mask on her face. Surrounding her eyes and covering her jaws is deep black coloration. Her underjaw and around her legs and arms have a lighter brownish color to them. The crest of feathers that starts on her head and runs down her spine is a red-purple shade. Darker orange-red stripes run along her tail and her back. The eyes set in her head are a dull, yellow-brown.
In size, Graymalkin is right on target for average height and length. Nothing out of the ordinary, she never puts much regard towards her appearance. Her gait is that of someone proud, but her eyes and head face low to the ground, suggesting she's brooding about something, or carrying some dissatisfaction.

Personality:

In her first years of life, Graymalkin was a cheerful, optimistic creature. She was playful and put no regards towards the bad in life, taking in only the good things. Nothing could manage to bring her spirits down, and she was always, always looking forward to the future. A bit of a homebody, she never ventured too far from the packgrounds, more eager to play than to explore. Jokes and conversation, she loved it all. She loved to sit and to talk, and was notorious for never shutting up.
She was never really one to get out there, and waited for the good things to come to her, strongly believing they would. She frequently reminded herself to be patient, but what good things she was waiting for, she wasn't all to sure herself. A romantic at heart, the guanlong was intrigued by the notion of a partner and the foreign notion of love. She always had a motherly instinct and she was rather good with the children of another pair in the pack. Graymalkin then on dreamt of the day that she would have a life of her own, a pack of her own, always reminding herself that good things would come if she just waited.
However, waiting proved to bring something a bit on the undesirable side. The Illuminati invaded the pack's lands and Graymalkin was absorbed into the new pack.
Time in the group changed the creature. As their words set in, she abandoned her optimism and picked up the notion that nothing would happen unless you worked for it, and worked hard, and never did nothing. Her optimism fled, replaced by what she was was the harsh reality. The world wasn't that good, it was only good when you're an oblivious child. She turned rather cynical, keeping up her jokes and chatter, though most of it containing a morbid nature.
An advocate of hard work, a hard life, and pessimism, the she considers the change as a realization of life, a change for the better.

Past:

Born to a small pack of guanlong on Basalatius, life was good for Graymalkin. Her parents were well enough versed in bringing up their young hatchlings, and she and her siblings were well taken care of by them and the pack. Graymalkin enjoyed her life, happy and excited for the day she would set out on her own. Excited for the day she herself would find a mate. The romantic notion always entranced her.
However, one day things became a harsh reality when the Illuminati of the Pure invaded the area. She was offered an ultimatum, to join the group or be eaten alive. It was an easy choice. And the purity was something nice to believe in. The notions quickly grew on her, and she couldn't say she didn't believe them when they told her she was better than all other creatures. All others except the guanlongs born in Tethys. In the pack, she assumed the rank of hunter, and realization set on her, crushing one of her biggest dreams. She wouldn't be able to raise her own children one day.
After a while of being in the Illuminati's pack, the female's attitude changed a bit. She realized that what they said was wholly true. She lost her joyful, cheerful spring, and it was replaced by a cold, trust-no-one outlook.
A great deal of resentment lies within her because of her lack of purity in regards to hatchplace, though she accepts the rules and terms of the Illuminati. A sort of secret flame of desire burns inside the guanlong, and she wants to be a mentor for the hatchlings of the group. Seen as an inferior rank to hunter, Graymalkin keeps her mouth shut and her love for hatchlings a secret.

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